Stella here.
I dunno how t' put in a picture where I want it in this blog. Dunno how t' turn one around so's it's right ways up either. Sorry. So if y' wanta know what y're lookin' at off t' th' left here, y' gotta read down a couple paragraphs.
I was list'nin' to public radio t'day an' happened on an interview with Elizabeth Strout who's won th' Pulitzer Prize for writin' a book called Olive Kitteridge. Called up Pat G. an' asked her if she's read it cuz I know she reads a lot. Said she hasn't yet, although a couple o' people've recommended it to her.
It's about a Maine woman an' her neighbors 'n I s'pose now ev'ry time Pat G. goes out tellin' stories 'bout me 'n Harvey people're gonna say she's tryin' t' imitate Olive Kitteridge. I sure hope they don't, though. I happen t' know she's been collectin' stuff about us f'r a lot longer'n that book's been out. It's just taken her a while t' figure out how t' go about tellin' what she's accumulated.
She was sayin' she got in-spired when she went t' Portland back in Feb. t' see that Stuart McLean "Vinyl Cafe" fella tellin' his stories up on th' stage at the city hall there. She said watchin' him give her th' courage t' get up like he does, an' if he can get heard over all nine provinces in Canada f'r years on end, she oughta be able t' stand up down here in Maine an' tell some tales about Harvey an' me.
I have t' admit, me 'n Harvey like t' listen t' Mr. McLean of a Sunday afternoon, an' I tell y' there's times I ain't laughed s' hard since th' year Jeannie, our oldest, said she was comin' over with chicken f'r dinner f'r my birthday an' she showed up in a yella chicken suit! I swear, sometimes that girl's just plain foolish! (That's what th' picture is, it's Jeannie comin' outta th' costume store in th' rig she rented.)
Well, anyway, I just wanted t' mention that book in case any of y' want t' check it outta th' library where y' are.
Oh, b'fore I forget... we had a fine day yesterday havin' Mother's Day supper here. Both th' girls was here (although there weren't no chicken suits this time - they just come as themselves), an' Molly E. from up th' road, an' Deb's husband an' th' kids.
Kinda crowded, but we managed.
Catch y' later.
Love,
Stella
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